This is post-Hogwarts

McCall

11:14 pm

McCall Derwsin walked quietly through Diagon Alley. It was night out, snow powdered the ground and a few stray flakes still fell from the sky. She could see her breath in front of her and wrapped her cloak tighter around herself. She adjusted her fur hat around her head.

Then there was a sudden commotion in a pub to her left. There was shouting and yelling, then there were sounds of fighting and a nasty punch was thrown. The victim fell to the ground. There were sounds of cheering and then the door opened and McCall saw about five large men throw another out the door. He landed in the snow with a thump. The other men slapped high fives and went back inside. The man on the ground did not move. McCall though she saw a familiar strand of white blond hair under his hat. But she waited for the men in the pub to leave before she went to check on him.

When they did, and after they each gave the man on the ground a few hard kicks, McCall cautiously walked over to him. She sucked in a sharp breath when she recognized be man's sharp face and platinum blond hair. She couldn't see his eyes but she figured they were the same grey eyes she'd seen all of those years ago. They were the eyes of Draco Malfoy.

They had known each other at Hogwarts. Even though he was a Slytherin and she was a Ravenclaw, they both excelled greatly at Transfiguration. McGonagall had said they were the best in their year, even better than Granger. They definitely weren't best friends, they just knew each other.

Draco Malfoy lay on the snow covered ground in black slacks, a white shirt, and a very expensive black cloak. A grey fur hat was on his head. His face looked paler than usual and his lips her tinted purple. He was starting to shiver. She pulled him into an alley by his arms and found that his shirt and cloak were both very much wet. She then produced a small lumous spell; she shined it over his face.

When the dim light hit his face his eyelashes fluttered open. McCall was immediately jealous that boys always seem to have the longer eyelashes. Draco's were no exception. His lip was split and there was a bruise that was starting to form on his cheek. A trickle of blood leaked out of his mouth. "Derwsin?" he croaked weakly through chattering teeth. He lifted a hand and touched his chest. He winced.

"Yes, Malfoy," McCall answered using his last name as he did hers, "but I'd prefer McCall. At least you remember me. Are your ribs broken?"

He took in a shaky breath as shivers racked through his body. "It's... so...cold."

"Shh," McCall hushed him, "I know, just be quiet." she grabbed hold of his wrist and apparated to her house and into her room. When they got there he was still vigorously shivering. McCall helped Draco up and did her best not to touch his broken ribs. His eyes were half closed and he was mumbling to himself. The delirium probably came from being half frozen to death. With him leaning against her shoulder, she removed his drenched cloak and unbuttoned his also wet dress shirt. She took off his hat. His trousers thankfully weren't wet except for the cuffs at the bottom. She lay him down on her own bed and once he was, she removed his shoes and then his socks. Then she moved some hair out of his face and said, "bear with me for a moment, I'm going to set your bones so they heal properly," she said as she ran a gentle hand over his chest," are you listening to me?"

He meekly winced in response.

"Ok then hold on for a bit, this might hurt."

With a snap she moved his broken rib bone back into place. He jumped and smothered a scream. His hand clenched the side on her bed.

But then in the next second he relaxed, for his bone was now set.

"McCall," he whispered.

She then covered him with blankets. "You're lucky I'm here," she muttered to him before making a bed for herself on the floor out of several quilts and blankets. She closed her eyes and the only sounds were their breathing.

12:35 am

McCall's eyes snapped open. She didn't know why, they just did. She got up to check on Draco. He was in the same position she had left him in but he had kicked off all of the sheets. She put her hand on his forehead it was hot to the touch. She went across the hall to the bathroom and returned with two wet cloths. When she returned his eyes were open. However, he didn't say anything. His eyes watched her wipe away the dried blood with one and with the other she lay on his forehead. After she gathered up the blankets, she folded each of them nicely and placed them on the side of the bed. Then, she opened the window to her left so that cool air could blow in. he sighed when the cool air blew over him. His eyes closed.

3:52 am

Her eyes opened and she searched for the clock. When she found it she also heard the chattering of teeth. She got up and walked over to her bed. Draco was curled up in a pathetic little ball and was shaking like a leaf. The cloth had fallen off and was lying on the floor. McCall closed the window and then retrieved the blankets from the floor. When she had covered his pale frame, she re-wet the cloth and laid it on his forehead again.

6:27 am

McCall awoke again for the third time. She sighed and got up. Draco was still buried under the mountains of blankets. After she re-wet the cloth and placed it on his forehead, she left to change. She returned in a loose off the shoulder gray t-shirt over a black cami, and light blue jeans. She looked outside; the snow had picked up and was now falling faster and harder than the night before. She went downstairs to get breakfast. When she returned, Draco was still sleeping.

McCall read a book on charms, watched a short movie, ate lunch, and then sat around for about an hour in her room before he stirred. She stood by the side of her bed and looked over him.

"Derwsin?" he said thickly when he opened his eyes and saw her looking back, "where..."

"The name's McCall," she reminded him again before he could continue, "didn't I say that last night?"

"Okay. McCall," he said, "where am I?"

"My house," she answered simply.

"Okay... So then how did I get here?"

"Well it appeared as if you got in a fight at a pub in Diagon Alley. I went to get you and since you were lying in the snow your shirt and cloak were both very wet," she said gesturing to his bare chest, "I took you here, set your broken rib, put you to bed, and now you're here."

"You... Took care of me?" he said unsurely.

"Would you rather I left you to die?"

"No," he croaked, "I'm glad you're a goody little Ravenclaw."

McCall laughed, "So how did you get in that fight?" she asked him.

He sighed, "The Malfoys are no longer the top pureblood family."

McCall nodded. "You want something to eat?" she asked.

"No," he mumbled.

She then placed a newly wet cloth on his burning forehead. "Then what do you want?" He shrugged. "Suit yourself." she said as she started to walk out the door. "If you need me, I'm downstairs."